Isaiah 16
1 Send the tribute lambs to the ruler of the land, from Sela in the desert to the mount of Daughter Zion.
Momfa nnwammaa sɛ apeatoɔ nkɔma asase no sodifoɔ, ɛfiri Sela fa anweatam no so, kɔka Ɔbabaa Sion bepɔ no so.
2 Like fluttering birds pushed out of the nest, so are the daughters of Moab at the fords of the Arnon:
Sɛdeɛ nnomaa a wɔaka wɔn afiri pirebuo mu na wɔtu nenam ewiem no, saa ara na Moabfoɔ mmaa teɛ wɔ Arnon asutwareɛ.
3 “Give us counsel; render a decision. Shelter us at noonday with shade as dark as night. Hide the refugees; do not betray the one who flees.
“Mommoa yɛn, mommɔ yɛn ho ban. Momfa yɛn nsie. Monnyi atukɔtenafoɔ no mma.
4 Let my fugitives stay with you; be a refuge for Moab from the destroyer.” When the oppressor has gone, destruction has ceased, and the oppressors have vanished from the land,
Momma Moabfoɔ adwanefoɔ no ne mo ntena; monyɛ wɔn banbɔ wɔ ɔsɛefoɔ no ho.” Ɔhyɛsoni no bɛba nʼawieeɛ na adesɛeɛ to bɛtwa; opoobɔni no bɛyera wɔ asase no so.
5 in loving devotion a throne will be established in the tent of David. A judge seeking justice and hastening righteousness will sit on it in faithfulness.
Ɔdɔ mu na Onyankopɔn bɛsi ahennwa bi; ɔbarima bi de nokorɛdie bɛtena so, obi a ɔfiri Dawid efie, deɛ atemmuo mu no ɔpɛ atɛntenenee na ɔntwentwɛn adeteneneeyɛ ho.
6 We have heard of Moab’s pomposity, his exceeding pride and conceit, his overflowing arrogance. But his boasting is empty.
Yɛate Moab ahantan a ɔyɛ, nʼani a atra ne ntɔn ne ne ntɛn, nʼahomasoɔ ne nʼasoɔden, nanso hwee nni nʼahomasoɔ no mu.
7 Therefore let Moab wail; let them wail together for Moab. Moan for the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth, you who are utterly stricken.
Enti Moabfoɔ twa adwo, wɔbɔ mu su ma Moab. Wɔdi awerɛhoɔ na wɔbɔ abubuo wɔ Kir Hereset bobe aba ɔfam ho.
8 For the fields of Heshbon have withered, along with the grapevines of Sibmah. The rulers of the nations have trampled its choicest vines, which had reached as far as Jazer and spread toward the desert. Their shoots had spread out and passed over the sea.
Hesbon mfuo no hye, Sibma bobe mfuo nso saa ara. Aman sodifoɔ no atiatia bobe papa no so, deɛ kane na wɔde kɔ Yaser na ɛtrɛtrɛ kɔ anweatam so no. Wɔn mman trɛtrɛ kɔka mpoano pɛɛ.
9 So I weep with Jazer for the vines of Sibmah; I drench Heshbon and Elealeh with my tears. Triumphant shouts have fallen silent over your summer fruit and your harvest.
Enti mesu sɛdeɛ Yaser suo, de ma Sibma bobe mfuo. Ao Hesbon, Ao Eleale, mesu mo bebree! Mo aduaba a abereɛ ho ahurisie ne otwaberɛ deɛ no, wɔagyae.
10 Joy and gladness are removed from the orchard; no one sings or shouts in the vineyards. No one tramples the grapes in the winepresses; I have put an end to the cheering.
Ahosɛpɛ ne anigyeɛ nni mfikyifuo no mu; obiara nnto dwom, na ɔnteateam wɔ bobeturo mu; obiara nnkyi nsã wɔ nsakyimena so, ɛfiri sɛ mede nteateam aba nʼawieeɛ.
11 Therefore my heart laments for Moab like a harp, my inmost being for Kir-heres.
Mesi apinie wɔ mʼakoma mu wɔ Moab ho te sɛ sankuten so kwadwom; na me yam hyehye me ma Kir Hereset.
12 When Moab appears on the high place, when he wearies himself and enters his sanctuary to pray, it will do him no good.
Sɛ Moab kɔ ne sorɔnsorɔmmea a, ɔha ne ho kwa; sɛ ɔkɔ nʼabosonnan mu kɔbɔ mpaeɛ a, ɛrenkɔsi hwee.
13 This is the message that the LORD spoke earlier concerning Moab.
Yei ne asɛm a Awurade aka dada afa Moab ho.
14 And now the LORD says, “In three years, as a hired worker counts the years, Moab’s splendor will become an object of contempt, with all her many people. And those who are left will be few and feeble.”
Nanso seesei Awurade ka sɛ, “Mfeɛ mmiɛnsa mu, sɛdeɛ wɔkan ɔpaani mfeɛ no, Moab animuonyam bɛba awieeɛ, na ne nkaeɛfoɔ no bɛyɛ kakra bi a wonni ahoɔden.”
